forever young

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Hey, I hope you're doing fine and I'm sorry for posting this here but please do check my work, this is my first time writing a story I hope you would like it
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/368034129?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=ridalicious

Hello, dear!
          Hope you are doing good and probably safe out there. My book 'Mirza' is a mafia themed novel which contains tropes of Enemies to lovers and forced marriage. It has a soft romance, rebellious female lead and possessive alpha male lead.
          
          I hope you give it a try. Your comments and votes are heartily welcome!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/275491179?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=mehhekkkk&wp_originator=EK9HtW7HxOPVo28f%2BSxkKSXdf%2FZ0L4TxgR6aCo7aaV827v8Oo4Qse2goIcs57wUMPkOh4LcXx9M0HL0d4cQA%2FxV8VZmXTOWWmNg0LgxoF8435iXzjL%2FVZ6as%2FdQaGAT%2F
          
          Take care, sweet heart! <3

@Phuphu421 :)

Thanks for voting. ❤

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a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness [ 20th february 2023  ] 
          
          blistering hope and disrupted forces, stomach of dirt and howling cresses; scraping blossoms and sunken springs. hollowed harvests, assaulted reaps; jeopardised desires and slivering skies. 
          
          mismatched woods and stolen petals; metaphorical gentleness and articulated coherence. dripping hearts, compendium ashes; ornate gale, weathered pages. 
          
          vintage eyes and handwritten libraries, fictional moon and escaped fantasies. inspiring nostalgia, doubtful guqin; poisonous inquiry, burial of heaven. vulnerability guarded, vindictive portraits; a monster of human needs, a devil of emotions. 
          
          brush-wood sprains and sinister autumns; stubborn walls and bittersweet burns. fluid memories, flamed nerves; familiar souvenirs,  a winter fued. a sadness of sharpness, bitter home in throat; caress the storms just as sadness has caressed tired norms. 
           #adropofhumanity

Hey there! Sorry to disturb you but I just wanted you to request to give a try to my story and leave your feedback. It would mean a lot to me. 
          Thank you (:
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/323446253?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=graciiefy&wp_originator=Ym%2BVJzFYw7iq6NcGpcydVVlIPBOsefkiXVosXF4aj2%2FWO34uNbESlS1cdpXnKfnYokvlaXKKbqFII08JK2zkvz0Wtkh%2BacwY2fLINrsIWqYNnSd0YalFVxU6JETt3l25